“ And what is knowledge? What are our learned men save the descendants of witches and hermits who crouched in caves and in woods brewing herbs, interrogating shrew-mice and writing down the language of the stars?
— Virginia Woolf, “The Mark on the Wall”  (via mirroir)

(Source: under-the-volcano)

posted : Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014

reblogged from : Heart-Breakingly Mobile

journalofanobody:

Sally Gall

journalofanobody:

Sally Gall

posted : Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014

reblogged from : saturn rising

“ Tyrants conduct monologues above a million solitudes
— Albert Camus, from “The Rebel”

posted : Monday, April 21st, 2014

“I’ve always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference. Left an orphan by Fortune, I wanted—like all orphans—to be the object of someone’s affection. This need has always been a hunger that went unsatisfied, and so thoroughly have I adapted to this inevitable hunger that I sometimes wonder if I really feel the need to eat.

— Fernando Pessoa (tweety007 via blackestdespondency)

posted : Sunday, April 20th, 2014

reblogged from : Dis An Dat

“ I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.
— Rudyard Kipling, from “The Cat That Walked by Himself: And Other Stories”

posted : Friday, April 18th, 2014

Anna Akhmatova, “AH, YOU THOUGHT”

Ah, you thought I’d be the type
You could forget,
And that praying and sobbing, I’d throw myself
Under the hooves of a bay.

Or I would beg from the witches
Some kind of root in charmed water
And send you a terrible gift-
My intimate, scented handkerchief.

Damned if I will. Neither by glance nor by groan
Will I touch your cursed soul,
But I vow to you by the garden of angels,
By the miraculous icon I vow
And by the fiery passion of our nights-
I will never return to you.

posted : Thursday, April 17th, 2014

“The painful indifference toward our feelings that characterizes any commodity doesn’t exist in a good artwork. The artwork is a thing that responds to the feelings of everyone, that allows people who are not artists to perceive the world as artists do, as a continuous and difficult dialogue with objects, memories, sensations, possibilities, and interdictions. If these “things” have any power, besides their crazy price, it is a power to confusedly communicate something about this other world where life and intelligence shape objects, whereas in capitalism it is usually the other way around.”

— Claire Fontaine (via swanfucker)

(Source: lazz)

posted : Tuesday, April 15th, 2014

reblogged from : LEDA

“ So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate:
the ideal burns in you like a fever.
Or not like a fever, like a second heart.
— Louise Glück, October (Averno)

(Source: Ifveniceissinking)

posted : Tuesday, April 15th, 2014

reblogged from : saturn rising

untrustyou:

Karborn
Evidence of Time Travel IV

untrustyou:

Karborn

Evidence of Time Travel IV

posted : Tuesday, April 15th, 2014

reblogged from : But I could not think of what.

“ To be sure, it takes a stronger gaze and a better will to further that which is evolving and imperfect, rather than to penetrate its imperfection and reject it.
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via randomglory)

(Source: thusspokefriedrichnietzsche)

posted : Monday, April 14th, 2014

reblogged from : words